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Human Trafficking - Child Trafficking

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With thousands of children on forced lock-downs across the nation, we are witness to the compounding of an ever present challenge facing our schools.

  • Child sex trafficking, 
  • child sexual abuse, 
  • child abuse, 
  • child neglect. 
However one decides to label it, mandatory first reporters - teachers - are hamstrung by the lack of presence in our children's lives.

This is particularly troubling when we consider the steady decline, manifest back in March of 2020, in reports of child neglect. 

Difficult to discern how many would have been investigated and found illegitimate since none of them could have been as they weren't reported. 

Since those children who almost exclusively rely on a public school infrastructure for medical care, immunizations, communication, food, and learning no longer have access to those things - we can't reach them. We don't even know what we don't know.

We hear activists and media clarion calls for safety first. I see t-shirts that say It's not about you with the graphic of a covid mask. And yet we've all but abandoned children who need us the most.

Many of these children live and attend school in impoverished communities where riots, looting, and burning have gone on for months. Many more are in communities where so called demonstrators are demanding the de-funding - now the elimination - of the police.

The chain of custody around 

  1. reporting, 
  2. investigating, 
  3. arresting, 
  4. charging 
  5. trying and imprisoning child sex traffickers, 
is irreparably broken by the very people, their relentless destruction of our city infrastructure, and their lying narratives.  They claim they want what's best for America's children.

Read more about how America's Department of Justice is handling this, here. Thanks to the good reporting of the folks at Coffee or Die Magazine - Black Rifle Coffee Company

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